paparazzi

It's a good thing that I roll with my own paparazzi because there is nary a race photo of me from the Georgetown to Idaho Springs Half.

We left the house at 5:30. And I would've sweated any makeup off anyway. 
Gimme a break.

At about 5 miles in--I never saw Mr. Bump, 
despite the fact that he was apparently waving and shouting at me.